1. A Litte Night Music


    Date: 11/14/2014, Categories: Anal, Gay Male, Taboo, Author: chublover999, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    All of my stories are based on real events that occurred in my life. However, I reserve the right to embellish, modify, add, or omit anything. Enjoy! I could feel my hands tensing. My back and arms were aching. All I could think about was pleasing him as I kept pushing the limit of my body. The room echoed with sound, louder and louder. Until he reached over my shoulder, closed the piano book, and said "I think that's enough for today." There was a subtle hint of disappointment in his voice. I should've practiced. But, I had always struggled with Rachmaninoff 3rd concerto, and I surrendered to the fact I would never become a real pianist. I stood up from the bench and inexplicably cried. "Oh, no," he said in the most comforting tone possible. Mr. Ponce opened his arms and held me in a tight and warm bear hug. It must've looked strange to see a 20 year old cry in the arms of a husky middle-aged man. Mr. Ponce was about my height, 6'0. He weighed at least 100 pounds more than I did, and his grizzly goatee was definitely more developed than my clean-shaven face. I always knew Mr. Ponce was gay. It was impossible for him to hide it. This doesn't mean that Mr. Ponce was in any way a femme. He was actually quite masculine. Maybe it was that his living room was painted turquoise. Or, maybe it was the way he slowly walked me to my car after every piano lesson. I couldn't be sure. But, I had known that Mr. Ponce was gay for years even though it was something neither of us had ever ...
    discussed. He knew all about my... adventures with other men, and I regularly asked him advice on how to turn someone down or how to show someone that you're interested. He was always there for me. As he held me in his embrace in the middle of his turquoise living room, I could feel his thick chest hair tangled underneath his shirt and the rough texture of his beard kissing my forehead. "It's okay, Matthew." he said after each kiss. Even though I didn't understand it at the time, I intentionally kept crying to get more kisses from Mr. Ponce. He sat me down and exclaimed "I know what you need! I got it!" "W-what?" I said with a stuffy and pouty face. Mr. Ponce smirked and asked "do you have anywhere to be today?" "No..." Mr. Ponce smiled and said "Let's go!" He put his hands on my shoulders and walked me to his car. "What are we doing, Mr. Ponce?" He turned on the ignition and said with a laugh "taking a Mental Health Day." We sped off, and I just sat there not knowing where we were going for our mental health day. We started driving towards the beach area of town and we passed all of the major beaches that I was familiar with. I could smell his cologne. I was very familiar with it from all of the years of playing in his living room and him leaning over my shoulder. Everything outside seemed so unfamiliar, so I started to nervously look if there were any major landmarks. Mr. Ponce placed his hand on my thigh and said "Don't worry!" And, with a smiled he added "Have I ever steered ...
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